After a moment, Rachel let the two Peters go, and there was a moment of silence, Rachel cupping her chin in thought wondering as to what the possible implications of having two of her wonderful brothers around could be. Her thinking was interrupted when one of them said, "Well, since we are going to need another Wheelchair, I guess now is a good time to show you how my duplication power works."
She blinked and looked over to the Wheelchair on the ground out of reach, moving it towards them with a smile, "How'd you two become two in the first place?"
The other Peter responded while the first quickly made his way to the counter, dragging himself along the ground in a swift manner. "I was messing with my power, trying to figure out how to use my Duplication ability. And, well, I figured it out." Peter One reached the counter and with his good arm easily hefted himself up on it and tapped the Mirror, causing it to shift and show them, rather than the broken down restroom in the real world. Peter One continued the explanation. "First I seem to need a reflection of the object I want to duplicate. Can you bring the wheelchair over here?" He asked Rachel.
She nodded, wrapping her arms around the remaining Peter's neck and nestling her chin against the top of his head, moving the wheelchair over to the Peter on the counter.. "Was I taking too long?" She asked, not a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"Not really, just was trying to use the time productively." Peter Two, the one beside her, replied. Peter One continued the explanation "And now I just reach in and grab the reflection." And he did as such, reaching through the mirror as if there wasn't a mirror at all, and grabbed the wheelchair on that side, hauling it over. "And there, two wheelchairs. " He said, holding up the brand-new wheelchair with one hand, before setting it down beside the counter.
"Ooooh I don't need to get a job!" She squealed, hugging Peter Two harder. "We get free money!"
"Kinda. Duplicating money directly has it's problems, and we would have to find buyers for other stuff. But if we can do it, it's a great source of income." Peter replied.
She shrugged, moving one of the two wheelchairs over to her and Peter One. "Life is problems, just a lot less because free moneh!"
Grabbing her Peter under the shoulder she helped him up and into the wheelchair beside them, whilst the other one slid into his own without much effort. Both secured in their wheelchairs, Peter One asked, "So what should we do now? We know next to nothing about this world we're in. Go the the library for research?"
Shrugging again she brought both wheelchairs in front of her and leaned on them both so she could hover over both of them at the same time. "I want to take a shower, but yeah libary sounds like a good idea. Figure out who the hell Metal Pedal is and stuffs."
"I'm not really sure where you can get a shower. I suppose when we get some money, we could get a room in a hotel or something. Actually legit, cause it would be awkward if we just broke in, and someone came in while you were using the shower." Peter Two said, thoughtfully.
"Or," She objected, manually turning them both around to the door and pushing them. "We could just do it anyways, I'll just take one as quick as when I got us some food? It's been a few days since I've bathed and I can feel every fricking piece of dirt on me." She said looking at her hands. Then she cast a glance to the car as Peter One pushed the bathroom door open. "So much for my car." Pausing beside them she ripped her wheels off the car all at once so she could keep something with them.
"We might be able to get it later. And no reason to risk it with the shower. We can get a room for, what, fifty bucks a night? We can probably easily scrape that together, especially with duplication." Peter One retorted.
That reminded her of the fact she already had some money in the car, still in the bathroom. Casting a glance back to where the car was, past her floating wheels, as they entered the main lobby of the theater and went towards the doors she said, "Well there is the register I took. Just need to open it somehow, probably got more than enough in that. Should I go grab it?"
Both Peters looked at her incredulously, before sighing. Peter Two took the lead. "So it's not just petty theft and destruction of private property, you also committed straight up robbery."
"I didn't exactly buy the car either." She pointed out, the fact he was complaining about a register and not the car seeming completely stupid to her.
Peter One rolled his eyes. "It was a prize car, put on public display. Odds are it was insured." She shrugged. "I think it's considered less important than a store's daily profits, but sure, might as well use the money now that we have it. Hopefully we can avoid police attention, would really rather not have to run from the police."
She blew a raspberry at them, leaving them for a moment to go jog back to the bathroom. Digging quickly through the car's innards she found the register and yanked it out of the car, bringing the wheels up beside her and sandwiching it between two of them. Jogging back with the register suspended in her wheels, leaving her hands free she said, "Look at where we're at, not exactly somewhere police can get. Only way they'd get in here is if you let them. 'Sides from what Metal Pedal said they deal with people who make super guns and shoot heroes, I did one public disturbance."
Peter One continued. "Still, they have seen your face, know what you look like. They could easily put up wanted posters or something." Peter Two however was looking at the register. "Can you just crush that open? We only need the money, after all."
She looked to it and shrugged again, grabbing both of their wheelchairs again. "Dunno if I can. Kinda want to keep it because it's really the first time I straight up stole something, s'kinda cool." She said bringing it in front of her and poking it, it being the first thing she really did with her powers and not really wanting to break it.
"You want to keep a souvenir from your first crime? We aren't going to be Villains, you know." Said Peter Two.
"I can't keep the fricking car, so I might as well keep the register." She said rolling her eyes and pushing them to the doors so they could open it. "Believe me I'd much rather keep the car, but I can't move anything here so that option is out."
"With the money we will theoretically be making, you can just buy another car. Maybe several. Nothing special about that one, and definitely nothing special about that register. Heck, I can make a copy of it right now, if you want." Peter One said, gesturing towards a restaurant they were walking by.
Her gaze flickered to it. "I'm keeping the original, we can smash the copies." She stated as a matter of fact. She was keeping something from today and if it had to be a register, then it'd be a fucking register.
"Well then, let's go. Having some cash will definitely help us do stuff." She started pushing them over to the mexican style restaurant, one of the Peters opening the door and she pushed them over to the first mirror she saw, which was hanging on the wall. She held up the register up to the mirror, pushing Peter Two next to it.
"I'm thinking maybe about ten? That sounds good for money purposes right?" She suggested.
"Sounds like a lot to me, and more work than needed. Let's just get one, crack it, and then duplicate the money." Peter Two replied, changing the mirror and then reaching through to grab the register from the reflection.
She took the register from his hands and brought the car's tires up next to her, putting the original register back on one of the wheels. Dropping the copied register with a clatter she slammed the wheels down into it, cracking it open on the first try. She lowered into a crouch and peered into the open register. Grabbing out all the money she flipped through the small stack she had accumulated.. "We gots about seventy bucks. And let's double that!" She said gleefully standing back up and holding it up to the mirror again.
Rolling his eyes, Peter Two complied. He reached over and grabbed the seventy bucks from his mirrored hands. "Now we got one hundred forty."
She grinned at the fact they were getting money for basically nothing at all.. "Let's double it again, need the money after all."
"Alrighty." And he did it again. "Two eighty. Again?" She raised a brow expectantly ."Again it is." He reached over, and grabbed the now big wad of bills from the mirror and brought them over. "Five sixty. I'm not sure how many more times we should do this, we got eight exactly identical sets of bills. Rather certain that some money people will notice that rather fast."
Pouting at the fact they wouldn't get any more free money at the moment, she took the money they did have. "Fine, we're still going to do this later on. So where we going again, library or a place to stay?" She asked looking back out to the door.
"Library. Lets learn about this world that we are making counterfeit money in."
"Oh don't patronize me you're the one who made it." She rolled her eyes and started pushing them back out of the restaurant. "Do we even know where the library is?"
"I do not." Both Peters replied.
Stopping in her pushing off the wheelchairs she groaned. "So we're looking around for a frigging place we don't even have an idea of where it is… should I go fly around with my wheels to see if I can find something that looks like a library?"
They looked at her in surprise. "If you think you can do that with your wheels, then totally. Beats walking around on the streets."
"Did you not see me floating the car earlier?"
"Floating is completely different from flying. You might have only been able to go up those four feet." Peter One defended.
"Still flying numbnuts." She flicked the back of his head. "Not sure about the idea of flying around with you two, I know when I move my wheels, you two don't. Part of the reason I grabbed the car earlier." She asked, knowing that normally she wouldn't be able to ride her wheels like she did without her powers.
"Are you unsure about your ability to keep the wheels stable? Cause we are just going to be sitting, so unless you really pitch it we won't likely fall out." Peter One asked, followed by Peter Two amending. "We're not even sure if falling can hurt us here."
"I'm not willing to find out and considering how I used to drive…" She trailed off with a nervous grin. "Well I fly around like I drive. So you two fine while I go look around, it'd be quicker that way anyways?"
"Sure, you're the relative expert here. Just don't take too long." Peter Two replied.
Wrapping her arms around both of them she pecked each on the cheek and inhaled deeply, before pushing off the both of them and jumping on one of the wheels, two going to her hands so she could grip them for balance, the fourth with the cash register just laying on the ground. "Love ya see ya in a bit!" She called out before launching up into the air and pausing for a second, then launching to the left, deciding that was the best way to go.
Rocketing along the way she looked around for what would look like a library, flying along the top of the roofs for a short while before realizing that she really didn't know what a library looked like. So she lowered herself to the ground and went slower to try and look inside the windows of big enough buildings for any type of books or library-like things. After maybe ten minutes she came across a line of bookshelves in one window, then checking the next she found more bookshelves. Floating up she put the shape of the building in mind so she could remember it for when they needed to get back, taking note of the fact that it was the only one on the block, taking up over half of it and the rest being occupied by a few trees and bushes, with one bench set in the middle of it.. Satisfied that it was a library she flew back up and using the wheels in the back of her mind she flew back to her Peters.
When she got in range to hear, Peter One called out "What took you so long?"
She floated down towards them and sat on the tire she had under her, the two that had been in her hands going out and in front of her to either side. "Can't open doors, no idea where we were, had to systematically peek into every window I could, yadda yadda yadda." She finished with a wave of her hand, floating the fourth one that she had left behind up next to her. "Pretty sure I found a library, saw bookshelves and crap inside. So you two ready?"
"We got literally nothing else to do, so yeah." Peter Two replied.
"I brought all that crap in the car for that exact reason, not my fault you two were complaining about what I did grab." She said with a shrug, referencing their earlier dislike of her grabbing things. "Alrighty hold onto your wheelchairs so we can get'er rolling…. Heh puns." She commented to herself standing back up on the wheel and grabbing the two others by her side, fourth, with register, trailing behind her. They did as she instructed, gripping the arm-rests to secure themselves the best they can. She turned away from them, looking in either direction for a moment before remembering exactly where to go. "Okay we thank you for choosing Rachel airlines, we do not offer food and drink because I frankly forgot to grab some before we left." Without moving a muscle she gently lifted the both of them into the air and set them off at a much slower pace than she had been going earlier, only a few feet above each building. A glance to both of them. "Sooo how you two doing?"
"Hanging in there." Replied Peter Two "Though I wish we had seat-belts or something." He said, nervously glancing down.
"I could sandwich you in your seat with a wheel if you want? No way you'll fall out then." She offered.
After a moment of looking at each other, down, and at Rachel, Peter Two replied. "Sure, just don't do it too tight."
"And you other Peter, same thing?" She asked fully turning around to them and not paying attention to where they were going, knowing for a fact that they wouldn't hit anything.
"Yeah. I'd really rather not learn whether fall damage is on the hard way." He replied, also looking down.
Letting go of the two in her hands she sent them onto each of their laps, gently pushing them further into it. "Feel better then?"
Nudging the wheels and finding they had little give, they both nodded. "Yeah." "Thanks." They replied.
She hummed with a smile and smoothly rotated herself forward again, slowing them down for a moment and muttering to herself before leading them off to the right at their previous pace. "You two talk about anything while I was busy running around or you two just be your awkward selves again?"
"Have YOU ever tried making small-talk with yourself? It's worse than normal, we know all the same things!" Peter One said hotly.
"I spent a few days talking to myself taking care of you." She retorted, a slight bit of annoyance in her voice. "So yeah I know what's it like, maybe not this way though." She said gesturing at both of them without turning, annoyance gone from her voice. "This way is much more cooler."
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Peter One said dismissively.
She continued on regardless, standing upright and looking around at the buildings again. "I mean twice the ability, twice the awesomeness, half the work and you know exactly what you want, knowing how to help yourself. S'just perfecto." She paused with a sigh. "Okay I'm getting annoyed, did I pass a building with a steeple thing already, that church thingy that churches sometimes have, or am I just going so slow I feel like we passed it?"
"Well, so far my powers don't seem like anything that benefit from having more of me. Nothing like you and your wheels." Peter One replied, followed by Peter Two pointing towards a steeple looking bit on a building. "Is that it?"
She looked over where he was pointing. "Fricking thing. Yup." She said directed to Peter Two and started floating them down, half-turning so she could keep the road in sight and look at Peter One. "Your powers work with mirrors and all we've done so far is copy and go wherever the hell here is. We'll go visit a… I dunno," She waved a hand into the air as they settled onto the ground and stepped off her wheel, the two on their laps moving over to her. "Something remote like a trainyard, see if we can't see what we can really do. Can't do it here cause I can't move shit." She said crossing her arms and looking around.
"I guess we can see what my Mirror Destruction is. That might be useful for something. So this it?" Peter One asked, gesturing towards the large building Rachel set them down in front of.
Shrugging she said, "I told ya I saw bookshelves in it, not sure if the thing is a library or not. And since I can't really check without you two… well let's just go." Pulling the wheels forward and in turn them she started walking up to the front door.
As they got closer, Peter Two smiled. "Yep, this is the library."
"Eh?" She turned around to him. "Can you see through walls now or something?"
"No, but I can read." He said, gesturing towards a large sign on the side that plainly read 'Dodge City Public Library'.
Looking at it she stared for a minute, pausing their wheelchairs in their movement, not quite remembering the sign, despite looking at the building to make sure she knew what it was. Then she walked on, both of them in tow. "I don't see a sign."
"Do you need glasses? It's right there, plain as day." Peter One teased.
"Do you need glasses? There's obviously no sign there." She stated bringing them up to the door and staring down at the doorknob she couldn't move, but was her only real exit from her brother harassing her.
"It's two vs one. Democracy says there's a sign, right there." Peter Two continued, neither of them making any move for the doorknob.
"As an uninjured young powerful woman with wheels that can lift a car, a Dictatorship says there ain't a frigging sign there. It also says to open the door." She said standing back up and turning to glare at both of them, knowing full well that he would argue for hours just for the sake of arguing.
At her glare, they just started laughing. After a moment, one of them managed. "Yeah yeah, whatever you sore loser." And reached out and twisted the knob, swinging the door open.
Pushing them both in she growled out at him, "Ain't a sore loser if I didn't lose nothing."
"Keep telling yourself that." Peter One said.
As they entered the library they all looked around at the bookshelves and computers lining the middle of the room, going out of sight behind bookshelves on either side. "So we look for 'nother mirror or something then, maybe a bathroom again?" Rachel asked.
"If we can find one secluded, and not in the bathroom, that'd be best. Easier to come and go through." Peter Two replied.
"Let me know if you can read a mirror that's secluded." She said pushing their wheels along and walking to the middle of the library where the computers were. Pausing beside the computers she peered into them for a few seconds silently, not quite seeing her own reflection but rather some indistinct blurs in the screen.. "I don't see my reflection so that means I'm seeing the real world right?" She asked pointing at the computer she was looking into, pulling them closer.
Peering at it themselves, Peter One responded "I guess? If so, that could be rather handy, if my power works on reflective surfaces in general and not just mirrors."
"Quit being technical, sound like a frigging scientist. Asking because I don't see a person and maybe we don't need to be all sneaky like." She said jokingly, ducking low and checking another computer to confirm the fact she didn't see anybody. "Libraries close right?"
"Most libraries do, yeah. Though there are probably some twentyfour-seven ones." Peter Two replied.
"Unless they're like Micks' or Kings' fastfood restaurants I don't see a point to that. Just have bums hang out after hours like that." She moved onto another computer, then another, slowly speeding up in checking each. "Yeah I don't see jack, maybe it's closed."
"Well, that could be useful, less of a chance of someone seeing you and recognizing you from a photo or something taken during your crime spree." Peter One said with a scolding look. "But it also means that if a librarian finds us we'd have to explain why we are here when it's closed."
She waved away his complaint. "Then we make sure she slash he don't find us. Or if they do find us I just scare'em off. Or we book it…" She trailed off with a grin and a chuckle. "Point is who cares?" She asked with a shrug.
Peter One sighed. "I'd rather avoid giving people trouble when we can. No need to make things hard for people."
She walked back over to them and set a wheel about stomach height for her to half-lay on. "We've been abducted, thrown into some weird world, you both almost got killed, then we almost died from a lack o' water. We've got it hard aight lil' bros?" She said with a gentle smile despite the facts she just said.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean we have to make anyone else's lives hard. It's not their fault or anything, and all we lose through avoiding giving them trouble is some effort." Peter One persisted, leaning forward as well.
Huffing through her nose she reached forward and ruffled his hair with a smile, actually kind of glad they were disagreeing with her. He'd always been the nicest of the tw-three of them, so if they hadn't of said anything she would have been worried. "Always the knight with good intentions. Fine, so what do we do then since my ideas aren't exactly the most noble, Sir Peter?" She mockingly added.
"It's not noble, it's literally elementary school stuff. The Golden Rule, treat others the way you want to be treated. Even if your prefer the inverse, treat others the way they treat you, still need a first-behavior to set the tone for future interactions." Peter One protested, while Peter Two remained quiet, looking thoughtful.
"Golden rule, golden smule, not many people actually do that kinda crap." She said rolling her eyes. "But again, what're we supposed to do if we get caught then huh?"
Peter Two spoke up to answer. "Running away really seems like our best option. There isn't really much we CAN do when we get discovered. Maybe just play up the 'delinquent kids who are just doing things they aren't suppose to do' angle, and hope the person settles for kicking us out. We can always find another mirror to go back to the Mirror Dimension elsewhere, cause minimum trouble and attract the least amount of attention."
"Still need to find a mirror first." She muttered, turning away from them to look at the library where there was a noticeable lack of mirrors.
"I guess we might have to settle for a Bathroom mirror. I haven't noticed any others, that we can get to at least." Peter Two said, glancing at one of those ball-mirror things, up in a corner of the ceiling.
She followed his gaze, not having seen any of them.. "Huh, thought those things were just at gas-stations and crap. Well let's go find the bathroom." She sent them forward again, alongside the row of computers, walking a few paces behind. "Lemme know if you see a bathroom sign thing or something. Can't see crap today."
"There's one right there." Peter One said, pointing towards said sign, towards the back. Peering down the shelves of books to said signs she steered them back towards it. A momentary pause at the door for one of them to open it she pushed them into the small bathroom with two stalls and two vertical mirrors. Bringing them both near it Rachel offered a hand to both of them.
"So we want to use internet and check when history decided to have superpowers? Like I'll take the World Wars and crap while you two do whatever era you know about?" She suggested.
"I'm no history buff, so I guess I can do a general overview. See what the current state of the world is like, and all that." Peter Two replied.
"Well up and at'em then." She said helping them both up even though they didn't really need any help. Together they climbed up onto the sinks and reached through the mirrors once more to get to the other side.
About an hour later, they crawled back through the mirrors, Peters first, followed by wheelchairs, her and finally three of her wheels loaded down with copied books, the fourth having remained behind with her register. With only an hour of research they had realized history had really changed since 1982. With the arrival of somebody like a Superman 2.0 that was named Scion, government controlled superhero groups called the Wards and Protectorate, demonic monsters called Endbringers bringing death and destruction everywhere. So much crazy shit that couldn't possibly be real, but according to internet and actual history books it was. She truly couldn't believe it.
But she had to deal with it all for her brother so she turned to the wheels loaded down with stacks of books, some were history books for whatever else might have changed, most were fantasy or science fiction books she said she wanted to pass the time with. There were even a few maps in form of various atlases, one of which she grabbed and started flipping through it. After a minute of her flipping through it she jabbed a finger at a page. "Okay so we got a hotel thing about twenty miles away. Anything else we wanna grab?" She asked her brothers looking up from the atlas.
"I can't really think of anything that can't wait." Peter One said, followed by Peter Two yawning "Yeah, I'm getting kinda tired. I guess healing from getting your arm and leg broken, and being stuck in a coma without food or water really takes it out of ya."
She looked up from the atlas to the Peter that said that and reached over to ruffle his hair, pushing them forward with wheels and walking behind them. "Hey you're better right?"
"Miraculously so. I'm still rather certain that my leg shouldn't be moveable." Peter Two said, swinging his left leg. "It only hurts when I put weight on it. I have no idea what's up with it having healed so much."
A pause at the bathroom door then exiting out into the library she leaned down and rubbed her cheek against his, savoring the smoothness and warmth. "Cause big 'sis knows how to take care of ya." After a moment of thought she did the same for the other Peter before bringing the Atlas back up into her eyes to look for the directions.
Peter One took over. "I'm pretty sure you didn't get some kind of super-healing ability. What all you get again? We really need to figure that out. Wheels, agility, and maybe Angel morphing. Pretty sure we both had five powers each."
Looking up from her book she added on, "Super touch..." Pausing in thought she tried to remember the other one something like wheels. "Manipulation of something related to wheels. Also Angels have healing powers… well some of them anyways." Bringing them near the door of the library she let them open it.
"Yeah, but unless it gives you stuff without being in your Angel form, don't think that's that. Unless that's your form, and you are a very unimpressive looking Angel. Don't even have wings." Peter One countered.
Frowning she flicked that Peter in the back of his head. "Angels don't have to have wings, we just need to look nice. Plus we really have no ideas what any of our powers entail or work. So far we just know if we do A then B happens." She said bringing the wheels around to settle on their laps again.
They both wrapped their arms around their respective piles of books, holding them in place. "Yeah, I guess that's true. And that's really frustrating."
"Okay you both good?" They nodded and she lifted them up once more, using her cash register wheel as a floating table in front of her to read the atlas. Studying it for a few moments she lifted them up and away in what she believed was the right area.
"Aye aye Captain, ready for lift-off." Peter Two jokingly replied.
"I can't hear you." She half-sang, reminded of a stupid song.
Peter Two raised an eyebrow at her confused, but Peter One smirked and replied. "Aye Aye Captain!"
"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?" She continued smiling back at Peter One, atlas momentarily forgotten.
Understanding dawned in Peter Two's eyes, and they both chorused "Sponge! Bob! Square! Pants!"
"Absorbant and yellow and porous is he!" She sang stopping their movement, knowing she'd probably get them lost.
"Sponge! Bob! Square! Pants!" The Peters replied, shaking with barely withheld laughter.
"If nautical nonsense-snrk." She started to laugh realizing how stupid this was when she reminded herself of the nonsense they were doing. Singing the Spongebob theme song from memory of all things to do!
Laughing themselves, Peter One worked out, "God, you're such a nerd."
Still laughing she waved them off, using the wheel in front of her to keep herself upright. "Haha I'm being a kid you brat." Pausing for another laugh that was dying off she added on, "Plus you know it too."
"I do not!" He lied in a mock insulted tone, "Only the very obvious and repetitive chorus. Plus, you started it."
"I'm bored." She stated turning back to the Atlas with a grin. "Besides it was a good show at times. Plenty of adult jokes in it, even if you weren't a kid and watched it." She said knowingly. With a finger on the map she found where they were she continued on the way to the hotel.
They were quiet for a bit, before one of the Peters asked "You said you had Super Touch, what's that?"
Reminded of how rough the shirt she wore was, she scratched at the collar for a moment. "Uh everything's super fricking sensitive. Like a thousand-fold or something. This shirt feels like I'm wearing… sandpaper or something with mosquito bites all over it too. Every little thing I can feel." It fucking sucked, but she had to deal with it until she could find some way to counteract it. Maybe with that dentist spray or something.
"Oh. That must fucking suck." The Peter said, unknowingly echoing her thoughts.
Turning around to him she ran the back of her hand against his cheek letting the pulsing of his blood calm her down. "Not everything sucks at least." Then she resumed their flight over the city, the short rooftops of maybe four stories passing by easily underneath them as she made a straight beeline for the hotel The buildings slowly changed from small stores and maybe a few houses to bigger stores. Kind of like megasized ones really. Passing over a freeway she spotted what looked like a hotel building and brought them down by it. "So we want to try and get a deluxe room or no because there's likely to be people in them and would notice us coming out of mirrors?"
"Why'd there be someone in them when we were the one that reserved the room?" Peter One asked confused.
She blinked and looked down at him confused about his confusion. "What we paying?"
"Why not? We got money, and it would prevent things like that from possibly happening." He explained
She half-sighed with a yawn. "Fine so we all going in or something? Might be suspicious with two twins in a wheelchair?" She nodded to the two of them.
"Only one of us needs to go reserve the room. The others can hang back here, and when the person returns with the room number we can head up there and go through the bathrooms mirror. The only question is, should one of me do it, or should you. You are older, and not wheelchair bound, so wouldn't raise as many questions, but people might recognize your face, but it's only been a handful of hours since all that happened so maybe not." Peter One elaborated in deep thought.
"I'll do it, I think they might notice a wheelchair bound teenager coming out of the inside of the hotel but never coming in." She said.
"Alrighty." Peter One sighed, and Peter Two cautioned "If they ask or seem suspicious, you might be able to claim that you are reserving the room while our Parents are busy. Kinda like in that one Home Alone movie."
She waved their fears off. "So go find a bathroom inside or head to another building?"
"Bathroom inside." They stated together.
Shrugging she moved them to the main entrance, letting them open the door and looked around for the bathroom. Finding a bathroom sign next to one of the doors just to the left of the front desk she pushed them over to it. "So just get a room and come in here again to get us all up there?" She asked to check.
"Yep. We can enter the room through the mirror." Replied Peter Two.
Having them open the door she peered through the mirror and saw nobody in it, helping one Peter up to the mirror so she could step through, pausing to grab a wad of money to pay for the room. "Well see you in a minute." Sliding through the mirror she went over to the door and looked out of it to see who was in the lobby, looking out the front door and seeing it as bright out, like the middle of the day. Stepping out she went right to the front desk, seeing a portly latino woman sitting behind it looking bored. She didn't notice her at first, only noticing when she coughed into her hand.
The woman looked up and gave her a forced smile. "Well hello there, can I help you?"
"How much for a room?" She asked straight-forward.
The woman raised a brow but just said, "One hundred for a standard room, one-fifty for deluxe. Each a night." She fished out the needed bills for the deluxe room and put them on the desk to the slight surprise of the woman. She took the crumpled bills and counted them before typing on her computer, and grabbing a card it spat out. She grabbed a paper sleeve and slipped the card inside, writing a number on it. "This will let you into your room sweety, it's down about that way." She said pointing right, despite the hallway being to the left. "It's the right hallway." She clarified.
Nodding her thanks Rachel went back to the bathroom, stopping before one of the mirrors as somebody else was in the bathroom with her washing their hands and she couldn't quite jump through with them there. Turning on a sink herself she started washing beside them, giving them a smile back when they did. It became a little bit awkward when they were taking a long time to wash their hands, but eventually they left her. Following with her eyes she watched them leave the bathroom, then leaned forward to the mirrors. "Okay come on, I got's a deluxe room, let's vamoos."
The reflection flickered to reveal the two Peters waiting for her. "What room did we get?" Peter One asked.
"The deluxe one." She said hopping through the mirror and landing on the other side again, looking at the card she had. Turning them all back to the door she added, "Woman said it was the right hallway."
"Neat."
She nodded as they opened the door for them and walked past the teller's desk and to the right hallway that the woman had told her to go down. Walking past the doors and looking at the numbers on each she held up her card., wondering about something. "Can we open up every type of door here or just ones that aren't locked?"
"Let's see." Peter Two replied, and when they reached their room reached out and twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open. "Any door, apparently."
She paused at the entrance of the door thinking of that. "...I want to get into a bank vault and spray paint that 'Ray was here' just because of that now." Then she pushed them both into the room, followed shortly by her wheels and inspected the room.
"Not villains, Ray." Peter Two casually reminded her.
"Not stealing. Spray-painting. Major difference." She clarified looking over the room. A single King-sized bed, that looked oh so plump and soft. A chair in the corner, small tv across from the bed a sink and microwave beside it, door to their left for the bathroom and a desk beside the chair in the corner for somebody doing work. "Hey it's not a piece of crap." She pushed them to the bathroom door so they could get into the real world.
"It's actually fairly nice. Which makes since, being Deluxe and all." Peter One agreed. "Think you could just float us through? The mirror looks big enough."
"Yeah." Hopping up first onto the counter and floating one Peter to the mirror so she could get through and peered into the dark room. Fumbling around for the light she flicked it on and pulled her brothers and wheels through, opening the door beside her and feeling glad for being able to do something as simple as that now. "Good to be back in reality again." Stepping out she immediately headed for the window and closed the curtains, hiding them from view of the parking lot outside and the glaring sun, whilst her brothers pushed themselves out of the bathroom. Eyeing the bed she really did realize how little fucking sleep she'd gotten. Putting the wheels down in the bathroom she walked over to the bed and felt it, rough and jagged was how the blanket felt, but oh so much more soft than the concrete when they'd first arrived. "Ya'know, screw the shower I need to sleep."
"Yeah, sleep sounds good." Replied Peter One moving towards the bed, the other Peter already crawling into bed.
Helping Peter One into the bed, then walking over to the foot of the bed and jumped into the middle, between both Peters, neither Peter deigning to get under the covers, which was fine by her because that meant only one side of her body itched from the covers. Dropping beside them she yawned and nestled her head against the Peter on her right, legs half splayed over the one on her left, doing her best to maximize contact with him instead of the cover, short of laying on top of him. "Love ya lil' bros."
"Love you too, sis." They responded in stereo.
With a smile she nestled even further into the right Peter, letting the feeling of their respective heartbeats and pumping blood act as her lullaby, carrying her to sleep within a minute.
Her growling stomach yanked her out of her peaceful sleep, making her wrench her eyes open, feeling how hungry she was. Blinking away the sleep she looked around, seeing that the sunlight from behind the window was gone, but that they had left the bathroom light on. Half-sitting up she found her arms wrapped in a pleasant thumping of her brother's veins, or rather they were both hugging her arms back. With a few slight tugs she failed to free herself and instead just woke them both up, each opening their eyes to see what she was doing. She whispered a "Sorry" to them and they both let go of her arms and rolled over away from her. Getting up on the bed she crawled over to the foot and headed to the bathroom, which was where all the money and her wheels still were.
There was a vending machine in the hallway if she remembered right and she couldn't smash it open, well she could but then they'd have to leave, so she needed the money. Slipping in she spotted the small pile and grabbed a handful, along with the keycard and checking to see if her brothers had gone back to sleep, which they did, she flicked the light off and went to the door. Something told her that if they were awake they wouldn't want her going outside, so she carefully pried open the door and slid out.
Closing it with nary a sound she started walking along the carpet, bare feet almost feeling as if they were being rubbed raw by stepping on it. Doing her best to ignore it and change her footing she went back to the vending machine. A dozen seconds of torture via hotel carpet she found the vending machines and peered into them, chips and snacks and gum and soda all presented to her. Looking through it she found a few items that she'd like to eat, some the Peters would like and a soda.
Leafing through the wad of bills and smoothing them out she started getting said items. Well she tried, the vending machines around here being as stupid as the ones back home, constantly spitting her bills back out. Smacking it she growled, "Come on you fucking thing." That seemed to make it work because it stopped spitting her bills out and let her pick what she wanted. Smiling at that she hurriedly pressed the buttons, stomach growling at her again.
A thump signaled her package of gummy bears and she fished them out of the vending machine, tearing it open and shoving some in her mouth. Taking the moment to just eat she leaned against the machine, taking note of the back of a cleaning lady rapidly walking away, cart pushed in front of her. "Thought they did shit during the day." She muttered to herself, finishing the bag and grabbing the rest of her snacks.
